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Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Look, ayy Robbin', stealin', killin' I remember I ain't have a penny Lurkin' nightly, clutchin' on a semi When y'all was buyin' clothes from the mall I was goin' shoppin' in the trenches Robbin' niggas all out they shit That mini K a small body bitch Yeah I know, I cannot fuck with a lame That'll put my life in jeopardy Peezy was stuck in rain, engulfed in the pain None of you niggas was helpin' me I cannot cope with the pain, I'm scratchin' my brain Me and the devil be wrestling You niggas couldn't compare to me Stuck with two felonies so on the block where I'd rather be Two of my brothers got strikes, I remember sending kites Letras de cancionesI remember pacing and forth in the cell hopin' they don't play with my life They just gave my cousin Tim ninety-nine years, now he can't do nothin' but fight Fightin' for appeal, I was in that pill, I couldn't do nothin' but write Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Oh yeah I know I cannot fuck with them niggas, I barely put trust in them niggas And yeah I know I never dove from a nigga, I might just pull up with some killers Let's go see what's up with them niggas I usually pour up a four but I poured up an eight 'cause I'm fuckin' with figure I put my heart in the dumpster I'm sorry lil mama, I can't even love you a little This for them people who said I couldn't do it When I needed help, they wouldn't fuck with a nigga Told you I got you, I got you, don't trip off of nothin' 'Fore I go I'm touchin' a mil Told you I got you, I got you, don't trip off of nothin' 'Fore I go I'm touchin' a mil Look at my vision, I see niggas kickin' shit Chillin' and countin' them digits Who with it, them niggas ain't with it, them niggas friendly Tryna see how we winnin' Hold fast, this is just the beginning Even though these niggas out tryna end it Niggas pussy, pussy niggas never held a semi Tryna kill one of their enemies Niggas hoes, ho niggas put a tool in his hand Watch how he get to fidgetin', ayy [Chorus: Paper Lovee] Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me Do you want to ride? In the backseat of the Bentley, with a chopper right here with me From Letras Mania